Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
New Order,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.